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was, how could Frans be so unfeeling as not to be able
to forget his hobby even on this day. Somewhere
a door slammed, then it was quiet. A memory
came into his mind—he saw himself in a strange town
opening a bag and holding up a nightshirt. He
shuddered, folded his hands and bent his head over
them. * O Lord,' he prayed, € punish me as I
deserve.'